twelve fifty-eight.
satisfactory for the untrained.
how i have deteriorated.


but in return.
my knee hurts.
hope it wont come back again.
season's just around the corner.


mind over matter.
dont even get me started.


do take care of your blisters.
or i'll confiscate your boots (:


i sing it to myself
when they drop the bombs
you see its so hard to fight
when you know its wrong.

perfection at 2:18 PM